I like my work dirty and my sex even dirtier. It takes a
hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and dancing as a private stripper for
horny suburbanites doesn’t even register. Neither does hooking up with them
afterward whenever the mood strikes—it’s one of the bennies of the job—but it’s
always a one-and-done. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.

Until I meet the one girl in all of Chicago not interested
in dry humping my junk. She’s all I can think about, and that’s a problem,
because I made sure she wants nothing to do with me. But I’ve seen her deepest
secrets, her darkest fantasies, and they match mine to a fucking T.

I want her. Bad.

Now I need to show her how good it can feel…to be shameless.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Jane

If such a thing as a
Landlords of Chicago Convention existed, and said convention had an award for
Worst Landlord of a Multi-Unit Building, mine would win by a landslide. A
freaking landlord landslide.

Cursing his name for the
umpteenth time in the last half hour, I wrap a Band-Aid around the cut in my
thumb I’d acquired trying to unclog the pipes under my bathroom sink. God
forbid Walter would actually do his job and call a plumber for me.

Since I’d moved into my
small apartment in the South Shore area, my hot water heater, oven, and window
A/C unit had all taken a crap at one point or another—just a few of the perks
of living in a building so old that it predates the invention of the
elevator—and each time it had taken Walter weeks to get them fixed.

But I’m nothing if not
independent and self-reliant—traits born of being the child of workaholic
parents. I’d managed to repair my garbage disposal and replace the tank
assembly in my toilet by browsing the almighty Google and ignoring all my girly
squeamishness at the ick factor of both. Neither instance had been pretty, but
it wasn’t anything a hot shower and the satisfaction of a job well done
couldn’t wash away.

Unfortunately, my stupid
bathroom sink pipes aren’t going to be added to that list of accomplishments
anytime soon. I don’t know if the slip nuts (thank you, Google Images) had been
screwed on by the Incredible Hulk or fused in place by the lesser known
supervillain Rust Man. Either way, those suckers aren’t budging for a mortal
female with minimal experience handling a pipe wrench. (Feel free to insert
dirty joke here.)

I glare at the standing
water in the sink, hands on my hips, willing it to magically go down. I’m so
focused on trying to Jedi-mind-trick the bastard into submission that I jump
when my phone rings. Jogging into the living room, I snatch up the cell and
answer as I plop onto the couch.

“Hey, you,” I say,
greeting my best friend Addison Paige. “Aren’t you supposed to be burning the
midnight oil?”

I laugh. Calling my
master’s thesis on social work a paper was like calling the Taj Mahal a chapel.
I’ve been working on it for two years, and I’m almost—almost—done. Turning it
in is the last step in getting my dual degree. Then I can finally get a job in
my field and start making some real money instead of the piddly-ass wages I
make as an intern and part-time waitress. (And then move.)

“Surprisingly, no,” I
say. “I’m still trying to fix the clog in my bathroom sink, but all I’ve
managed to do is pinch my thumb. Luckily, I managed to staunch the flow before
I bled out all over the floor.”

“Damn good thing,
because if you die before I get my fun friend back, I’ll kill you myself.”

“You know what I love
about you?” I ask, laying the sarcasm on thick. “It’s that you make complete
sense when you threaten me. I think it’s what makes you the best lawyer ever.”

“And I love that you
love that about me. And also that you repeatedly tell me I’m the best lawyer
ever instead of acknowledging my pathetic peon status. This boys club of a law
firm isn’t going to give me my own cases anytime soon.”

“Nonsense. It’s only a
matter of time before they see your brilliance and make you a partner,” I say
with confidence. “Wait—since when am I not your ‘fun’ friend? I’m fun.”

“Seriously? When was the
last time you went out? For fun. Not for school or work or any other
life-sucking activity. Like, to a dance club or a bar or a fucking baseball
game? I don’t know…anything.”

I open my mouth to
respond with a list of all the things I’d done recently that qualified—because
surely there is a list—but came up with nothing. I honestly can’t remember the
last time I’d gone out to be social. I’ve hung out with Addison, but that was
more lunch dates and Netflix than clubbing and cavorting.

“Um…”

“Exactly,” Addison
crows.

Okay, so she’s not
wrong. It’s been a while since I’ve had a social life and an even longer while
since I’ve had a sex life, which makes me grateful she didn’t bring that
particular nugget up. My recent hermit status may have slipped my notice, but
I’m painfully aware of how long it’s been (for-freaking-ever) since I’ve been
satisfied by someone other than myself.

Completing my master’s
coursework in two years instead of three, and then replacing school hours with
work hours, doesn’t leave me with any time to invest in a relationship. I’m all
for casual flings or even one-night stands, but the handful of forays hadn’t
been worth shaving, much less the Brazilians I’d splurged on. After my last
underwhelming sexual rendezvous, I decided that I wouldn’t drop trou for anyone
else unless I’m positive it’ll be worth the pain of getting my pubic hair
ripped out by the roots by a sadistic woman armed with strips of hot wax. If
you’ve ever subjected yourself to that particular brand of cosmetic torture,
you know that’s setting the bar for sexual excellence pretty high.

So while I wait for Mr.
Mind-Blowing-In-The-Sack, I bought a Hitachi Magic Wand—God bless the misguided
man who thought he designed a great neck massager—and became a frequent
purveyor of internet porn.

That’s right. I’m a
closet porn addict.

Don’t judge me. It gets
the job done. With the right video, I can be turned on in minutes. Then,
depending on my mood, I’ll either watch several to build the anticipation, or
simply dive right in and get myself off in what I call an “express O.” Bing,
bam, boom, done.

But like I said, it’s
not something I’m ready to share with the class. Not even with Addison. Not
because I think she’ll judge me—that girl is all for owning your freak flag and
letting it fly—but because I’d inevitably have to answer questions about how
often do I watch it (several times a week), and what kind do I like (the
rougher, the better), and do I have a favorite porn star (hands down, James
Deen). I’d just rather not get into the gory details of how I take the edge off
my sexual frustrations, thank you very much.

“What’s it called when
the lawyer is being an obnoxious asshat?” I ask my best friend. “Is it
contempt? I find you in contempt of court, and I object. Your argument is
erroneous. I don’t need a good time right now, I just need someone to fix my
pipes.”

“Yeah, your lady pipes,”
she jokes. “Things are probably just as rusted shut down there as they are
under your sink.”

Actually, since I don’t
use a dildo of any kind, it’s highly likely. “Okay, that’s it,” I say, laughing
in spite of myself, “I’m hanging up. You need to get back to work, and I need
to do anything other than talk to you at the moment.”

Sighing dramatically,
Addison acquiesces. “Fine, killjoy. Does this mean you don’t want the number of
a handyman who came highly recommended to me?”

I sit up a little
straighter, perking up at the words “highly recommended.” Growing up in the
digital age as I have, you’d think that I would trust online reviews of
products and services. But things on the internet can be bought or faked. I’d
much rather take the word of someone I know, and I’m ready to cry “uncle” and
be done with this whole situation. “Who recommended him?”

“Rebecca, one of our
paralegals. She said he’s worth every cent and more. I believe her exact words
were ‘the best ever.’”

That sounds promising,
so I grab the pen and pad of paper from the side table. “Okay, what’s the
number? I’ll give him a call tomorrow.”

“One sec, I’ve got
another call coming in. Hang on.” And with a click the line went silent.

I lean back on the
couch, staring at the spidery ceiling paint, following the bigger cracks and
admiring how they fan out with reckless abandon. Of course, they probably knew
what I knew: no way was I standing on a ladder and painting upside down to fix
them. When Addison clicks back over, I tell her, “All right. I’m ready for the
number of my miracle plumber.”

“No need,” she replies.
“I just called and paid in advance. Consider it an early birthday present.
He’ll be there in about an hour.”

“What? It’s too late for
anyone to be making house calls on a Friday night.”

“Riiiiight. Because
everyone’s shit only breaks between the hours of eight and five on weekdays.”
Addison is just as fond of sarcasm as I am. It’s one of the reasons we make
such great friends.

“Point taken, but you
still shouldn’t have called.” I hate it when she tries to pay for things. Peon
or not, she makes a good living as a lawyer and likes to make up dumb reasons
why I should let her pick up the tab on stuff. “My birthday’s not even for
another six months.”

“So then it’s a half
birthday present. Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to look a gift-friend in the
mouth? Have some wine, read a book, tweeze your eyebrows. I don’t care, as long
as you let the man do what he’s hired for when he gets there, okay?”

“Yes, Mother,” I say
with the tone of an audible eye roll. But then I add a sincere, “Thanks,
Addie.”

“You’re welcome, babe.
Oh, and make sure you call me tomorrow and tell me all the juicy details.
Ciao!”

Before I can comment on
the ridiculousness of anything involving a middle-aged man with plumber’s crack
being “juicy,” she hangs up. Belatedly, I realize I never even got the name of
the guy or his business. I almost call her back to ask, but figure it’s not a
big deal. The odds of someone showing up coincidentally under false pretenses
as a handyman in disguise are pretty much nil.

It’s been a long week,
and that glass of wine Addison mentioned is suddenly calling my name.

Blowing out a deep
breath, I stand and head to the kitchen where I have an open bottle of red. For
once, I’m going to take my friend’s advice: enjoy a glass of wine and a book
while I wait for the “best ever handyman” to arrive and do his thing. Now that
I know help is on the way, I’m really looking forward to getting my pipes
fixed.

About the
Author:

Gina L. Maxwell is a full-time writer,
wife, and mother living in the upper Midwest, despite her scathing hatred of
snow and cold weather. An avid romance novel addict, she began writing as an
alternate way of enjoying the romance stories she loves to read. Her debut
novel, Seducing Cinderella, hit both the USA Today and New York Times
bestseller lists in less than four weeks, and she’s been living her newfound
dream ever since.

When she’s not reading or writing steamy
romance novels, she spends her time losing at Scrabble (and every other game)
to her high school sweetheart, doing her best to hang out with their teenagers
before they fly the coop, and dreaming about her move to sunny Florida once
they do.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

A gripping new romantic
thriller from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Laura Griffin...

The moment detective Reed Novak steps onto the crime scene,
he knows the case is going to rock his world. A beautiful young woman murdered
at home. No sign of forced entry. No motive. She’s obviously not the killer’s
first victim, and Reed’s instincts tell him she won’t be his last. Reed’s first
clue comes via a mysterious text that links to a dating profile, but even more
intriguing than the clue is the person who sent it.

As a white-hat hacker in the Delphi Center’s cyber
investigation unit, Laney Knox sneaks into some of the deepest, darkest corners
of the Internet looking for predators. Laney would prefer to stay away from
Austin PD’s most recent murder case, but she can’t ignore the chilling
similarities between that crime and her own brutal attack years ago. Laney
offers to help the sexy lead detective, but he wants more from her than just a
promising tip—Reed wants her trust. Laney resists, but as their relationship
deepens she’s tempted to reveal the closely guarded secrets that could make her
a key witness…or the killer’s next victim.

My Review:

Someone is murdering women, and Reed
Novak is determined to find out who it is and stop him. His greatest asset is
also the one person he wants as far away from the investigation as he can keep
her but she’s stubborn and driven to discover the truth just as much as he is.
Laney Knox survived the killer, she knows he’s not only a predator in real life
but in cyberspace too, now if she can just find out how he gets in to watch,
stalk, and eventually kill.

I have to admit that when I first started
reading DEEP DARK by Laura Griffin, I was a tad confused. A woman is attacked
in her home and then in the next chapter, a woman is found dead in her home but
they are not the same woman. Granted, I didn’t pay close enough attention to
the name of the victim and once I went back to check, I got caught up but it
did put me off slightly…then it didn’t matter anymore because I was hooked!

I had not read anything by Laura Griffin
before. Although I do have copies of a couple of her other books given to me by
a friend, and now I know they are both going to get pushed up the TBR list
because Laura created an exciting, character and action driven suspense that
kept me guessing practically to the reveal of the killer. That’s tough to pull
that off with me but she wove such a detailed, intriguing, and suspense-filled
mystery that I was sorry it ended when it did. Her investigators, her
investigations, and her character interactions rival my favorite CSI shows.

I highly recommend DEEP DARK, book 10 of
the Tracers series by Laura Griffin to anyone who is a fan of CSI stories,
romantic suspense (trust me - the sexual tension between Reed and Laney is
enough to have you fanning yourself), and fabulous characters filled with depth
and personality, then you need to read this one. I’m going to have to go back
and start reading the rest of the series now that I know just how amazing the
Tracer series is. Happy Reading Everyone!

***galley provided by publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.

Excerpt:

Reed watched her, and she had that
frustrated look in her eyes again. Every time she started to open up to him, he
did something to tick her off. She shook her head and glanced away.

“Laney?”

“What?”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job to ask
questions. To push.”

She looked at him again and her expression
softened. “No, you’re right.” She glanced down at her beer bottle and picked at
the label. “I’m glad she has you.”

“Who has me?”

“April. You seem—” She paused, like she
was searching for the right word. “—committed.”

He didn’t answer. It wasn’t really a
question, but the way she looked at him gave him the feeling she wanted a
response.

She drained her beer and plunked down the
bottle. “I should get home.” She stood up.

Reed stood, too. He left a tip on the
table and followed her through the throng of people. The bar was packed, and
the music had gotten louder since they’d first walked in.

They stepped into the warm, muggy air. It
was dusk now, and a neon Lone Star Light sign cast a blue-and-red glow over the
sidewalk. As they walked in silence, he thought of what she’d said about her
job being meaningful. It was refreshing. Maybe he’d been a cop too long, but he
didn’t know anyone who talked about things being meaningful anymore. If they
thought about work in those terms, they kept it to themselves.

Maybe he was jaded.

No, he definitely was jaded. But it had
more to do with his failed marriage than anything he’d seen on the job.

Reed spotted her little white car and
felt a twinge of regret. He’d enjoyed talking to her, enjoyed being near her.
And he couldn’t remember the last time that had happened with a woman. Having a
beer with Laney had been the highlight of his crap week. Hell, the highlight of
his month.

She looked around. “Where are you
parked?”

“Around back.”

She gazed up at him. He couldn’t read her
expression.

“Thanks for the drink,” she said.

“You bought it.”

He couldn’t read her tone either. The
thrum of music seeped through the thin walls of the bar as they stood there in
the light of the beer sign.

She stepped closer, and a jolt of heat
went through him. She looked up at him with those bottomless brown eyes, and he
knew he was in trouble. It was a bad idea to involve this girl in his
investigation. Whatever useful info she might have was outweighed by the fact
that she was young, and edgy, and he wanted her. And she must have seen
something in his face because her eyes sparked.

She went up on tiptoes and kissed him.

##

Copyright 2016 Laura Griffin

About the
Author:

New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author LAURA GRIFFIN started her career in
journalism before venturing into the world of romantic suspense. She is a
two-time RITA Award winner as well as the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier
Award. Laura currently lives in Austin, where she is working on her next book.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

As a new voice in
romance, Nancy Scanlon thrilled us with her time traveling tale of a girl from
Boston finding herself in 13th century Ireland and falling in love
with THE WINTER LAIRD. If you read book one of the Mists of Fate series then
you know that Aidan MacWilliam went missing. We find out to where in AN
ENCHANTED SPRING, and as I always expect of a debut author, the best is yet to
come and it did.

***an
advance copy provided by the author in exchange for an honest and unscripted
review.

Blurb for AN ENCHANTED
SPRING:

Nancy
Scanlon continues the time-bending saga she began with THE WINTER LAIRD,
pulling heroes and villains alike through the portals of time to help save
their futures and find their truest loves.

A twist of
fate has left Aidan MacWilliam, younger brother of a medieval Irish laird,
trapped in the future. Though he’s become a successful entrepreneur in the
twenty-first century, Aidan still can’t banish thoughts of the world he left
behind. In search of distraction, he heads to New York to scout a publicity
manager for his cousin’s matchmaking firm, Celtic Connections.

Emmaline
Perkins is the perfect candidate. A PR expert and closet medievalist, Emma has
always put work before her social life. When her ex-fiancé resurfaces and
threatens her livelihood, her home, and ultimately her safety, a new client
proposes an offer she can’t refuse – a job, travel, and security.

As they
fall for each other, Emma struggles to keep her professional and personal lives
separate, and Aidan’s determined to meld them together. When it’s clear Emma’s
ex will stop at nothing to claim her, Aidan realizes that the question is not
where she’ll be safe, but when…

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Emma
Perkins’s world seems to be constantly in turmoil lately between competition at
work, her love life in shambles, and worry that her ex-fiancé will get out of
jail and follow through on his threats to come after her, it just seems easier
to fall into a bottle of wine than deal. Add trying to land a new account more
important to her boss than any other featuring a sexy, handsome man with more money
than God and her world is definitely out of control. When she’s fired, her
apartment trashed, and her bank account cleaned out, it’s the handsome
billionaire who comes to her rescue, only she isn’t the type to be rescued…or
so she thought.

Aidan
MacWilliam disappeared from 13th C. Ireland to find himself in a
modern world instead…but he has adapted and made do, and made do very well. He is
now a man of property and wealth, but still he yearns to return to his home and his
family in his proper time. When Colin O’Rourke asks him to go to New York City
to inquire about a publicist he has in mind to help Celtic Connections expand,
Aidan agrees because he hopes, in turn, she might assist him in obtaining his
sword which is coming up at auction in NYC too. When he meets Emma Perkins, he
knows there is more to meeting her than planned. When he discovers her in
danger, it’s only natural for him to extend his protection to the woman fated
to be his.

Nancy
has created a wonderful cast of characters in her Mists of Fate series, of
which we love to meet up with again, and again, but Aidan MacWilliam was my favorite
from the beginning and I was not disappointed in how Nancy turned him into a
first-class hero/gentleman/laird/Irish warrior. Emma is a strong-willed force
of her own and a perfect match for the charming, and willful Irish knight in
shining armor from the 13th century.

AN
ENCHANTED SPRING, book two in the Mists of Fate series by Nancy Scanlon is a wonderful
story filled with excitement, danger, a bit of suspense, and although, it is far
more a G-rating than I usually go for in regards to sex, I actually didn’t miss it. The
sexual tension blooming between Emma and Aidan is enough to blow the pages
right out of the book and yet, they never actually consummate their
relationship within the bindings. I love it. Aidan is one hot man and justifiably
listed among my all-time favorite book boyfriends now. I started falling in love
with him in THE WINTER LAIRD, but it didn’t take long to fall under the power
of his charms in AN ENCHANTED SPRING.

A wonderful, and delightful story, with clever and teasing banter among Aidan and the guys - Colin, Reilly, and
Cian - and Emma is a perfect addition to the Mists of Fate family. I highly
recommend AN ENCHANTED SPRING by Nancy Scanlon to everyone who enjoys falling
love among the pages of a sterling romance with hints of the supernatural akin
to Outlander with a bevy of hot Irish Jamie Frasers in the character list. I wish I could tell you more about the
happenings but I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone…these are stories to be
experienced without spoilers. So if you haven’t read the first, do so and then
read, and enjoy AN ENCHANTED SPRING. You won’t be disappointed. I expect even
better things to come in the Mists of Fate series. Nancy is fast growing into a wonderful storyteller.

Happy
Reading Everyone!

AN
ENCHANTED SPRING, a Mists of Fate novel by Nancy Scanlon, Diversion Books,
release date – May 24, 2016, available in print and ebook formats at Amazon,
Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Monday, May 9, 2016

I love good suspense and am already a fan of the Cassidy & Spenser novels by Carey Baldwin,
but NOTORIOUS surprised me with more than suspense this time. This one is the
best of the series so far but if you haven’t read any yet, please do—Caity and
Spense are for me, the Castle and Beckett of the literary world.

Dallas
socialite Cynthia Langhorne is infamous for her beauty, her philanthropy, and
her home wrecking—until she's found shot through the heart and posed nude at a
fundraising ball. The case is high profile, and there's a bigger problem: Cindy
is the wife of a decorated FBI special agent—the prime suspect in her murder.

When the
Bureau sends FBI profiler Atticus Spenser and forensic psychiatrist Dr. Caitlin
Cassidy to Texas on behalf of Dutch Langhorne, the special
agent-turned-suspect, they're suspicious of the very man whose interests
they're supposed to protect. But with a psycho hitman on their heels and a
trail of evidence leading up the food chain, it quickly becomes clear this is
no ordinary case. The truth points to someone—or something—larger than Spenser
and Cassidy ever thought possible. Solving this case is no longer a matter of
clearing Dutch's name—it's a matter of national security.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Picture it—a big fundraiser for the Governor of
Texas who is planning to make a run for the White House, the venue is a prestigious
and historical mansion, and everyone of importance is there, including the
Governor Matt Cambridge, his wife, Heather, and his wife’s best friend, Cindy
Langhorne and her husband, FBI Special Agent Dutch Langhorne. After telling her
husband that she is meeting the Governor in private, Cindy promises to return to him by
midnight for a dance. When she fails to reappear, Dutch goes looking for her only
to find her dead in an upstairs bedroom, naked, and stretched out on the bed.
Or so he claims to have found her that way…

Now the main suspect in his wife’s murder,
Dutch requests two agents to come help him solve the crime—enter Spense and
Caity, both of whom can’t figure out why Dutch would request them since he and
Spense do not like each other at all. Soon Caity discovers the reason, and
promises Dutch that she will keep the secret from Spense but only until the
right time, and then Dutch must tell him the truth. In the meantime, there’s a
nutcase assassin trying to head them off and keep them from finding Cindy’s
diary which someone, some unknown someone, wants bad enough to kill for—and wait
till you find out who the real killer is, and who that unknown someone is…fabulous.
I did guess the killer, but the unknown took me totally by surprise.

NOTORIOUS, the third book in the Cassidy &
Spenser Thriller series by Carey Baldwin is exceptional, action-packed,
suspense filled and overflowing, and there are some absolute nail-biter
moments, especially for Caity but what I enjoyed most about this installment
of their adventures together in crime solving was the emotional factor. It’s
all about intertwining relationships, childhood friendships, marriages filled
with lies and miscommunication, family connections, and confrontations that will have you wanting to cry one moment, and cheer the next.

We’ve been waiting for something to happen
between Cassidy & Spenser in a similar way as we did for Castle and Beckett.
I will just say this…something happens…but I’m not saying anything more because
I don’t want to spoil things for you. There is so much happening in NOTORIOUS
that you just have to experience it for yourself.

If you love reading good suspense with a bit of
romance thrown in for good measure, you’ll love the Cassidy & Spenser
Thrillers but NOTORIOUS, I highly recommend this one because…well, I hear they’re
cancelling Castle so I’m thinking Cassidy & Spenser should be our next
great series to fall in love with…I already am. Read NOTORIOUS by Carey Baldwin…you
can’t miss with this one. It’s got everything, sexy FBI agents, mystery,
suspense, romance, and some funny moments too!

Happy Reading Everyone!

NOTORIOUS, a Cassidy & Spenser Thriller by Carey Baldwin, Witness Impulse, available now in print and ebook
formats at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobobooks.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

On her first day as the only woman
orthopedic surgeon on the medical staff of an NFL team, Dr. Sydney Nelson locks
horns with Isiac “Mac” Maguire, defensive coordinator for the San Francisco
Outlaws. Her plan of treatment for an injured player doesn’t meet with his
approval. She wins but has she made an enemy of the man local reporters call a
cross between Denzel and Channing, and who Sydney finds intriguing in spite of
their disagreement?

Mac Maguire is totally focused on his team. He warns women he dates that he
doesn’t do serious and he doesn’t stay overnight. And he never hooks up with
someone he works with. Then the beautiful Dr. Nelson goes toe-to-toe with him
over Cole Taylor’s dislocated shoulder. She doesn’t crumble in the face of his
intimidation tactics and seems to care as much about his players’ health and
safety as he does. Could he break his rules for her?

If they can get over their initial meeting, Mac and Sydney might have a chance
to connect off the field and find a happily-ever-after that’ll make both of
them winners.

***OUT OF THE GAME by Peggy Bird is one
of the Kindle World series created by Bella Andre. To see what other fab books
are in the series, please click HERE.

OUT OF THE GAME will have you falling in
love and smiling at the end like you just won the Super Bowl of Romance.

Happy Reading Everyone!

About the
Author:

Peggy Bird is a writer and glass artist
who lives and works in Vancouver, Washington across the Columbia River from
Portland, Oregon where many of her stories are set and where her three
daughters, four grandchildren, and two granddogs live.

About Me

I am a lover of all things literature but there is a special place in my heart for Romance Novels of all sorts. Yes, I am proud to proclaim that I read Romance Novels. Some day, I hope to proclaim, that in addition to being a reader of romance, that I am an author of romance as well.

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